Nahum Chapter 1 The Burden of
Nineveh The Book of the Vision of Nahum the El-Koshite God is
jealous, and the Lord revengeth. The Lord revengeth and is furious.
The Lord will take vengeance on his adversaries, and he reserveth
wrath for his enemies. The Lord is slow to anger, and
great in power, and will not at all acquit the wicked. The
Lord hath his way in the whirlwind and in the storm, and the clouds
are the dust of his feet. He rebuketh the sea, and maketh
it dry, and dryeth up all the rivers. And Bashan languisheth,
and Carmel, and the flower of Lebanon languisheth. The mountains
quake at him, and the hills melt, and the earth is burned at his
presence, yea, the world and all that dwell therein. Who can
stand before his indignation, and who can abide in the fierceness
of his anger? His fury is poured out like fire,
and the rocks are thrown down by him. The Lord is good, a stronghold
in the day of trouble, and he knoweth them that trust in him.
But with an overrunning flood he will make an utter end of
the place thereof, and darkness shall pursue his enemies. What
do ye imagine against the Lord? He will make an utter end. Affliction
shall not rise up the second time. For while they be folded
together as thorns, and while they are drunken as drunkards,
they shall be devoured as stubble, fully dry. There is one come
out of thee that imagineth evil against the Lord, O wicked counsellor. Thus saith the Lord, Though they
be quiet, and likewise many, yet thus shall they be cut down
when he shall pass through. Though I have afflicted thee,
I will afflict thee no more. For now will I break his yoke
from off thee, and will burst thy bonds in sunder. And the
Lord hath given a commandment concerning thee, that no more
of thy name be sown. Out of the house of thy gods
will I cut off the graven image and the molten image. I will
make thy grave, for thou art vile. Behold, upon the mountains,
the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth
peace. O Judah, keep thy solemn feasts,
perform thy vows, for the wicked shall no more pass through thee.
He is utterly cut off. Nahum Chapter 2 He that dasheth in pieces is
come up before thy face. Keep the munition, watch the
way, make thy loins strong, fortify thy power mightily. For the Lord
hath turned away the excellency of Jacob as the excellency of
Israel. For the emptiers have emptied
them out and marred their vine branches. The shield of his mighty
men is made red. The valiant men are in scarlet. The chariots shall be with flaming
torches in the day of his preparation, and the fir trees shall be terribly
shaken. The chariots shall rage in the
streets. They shall jostle one against
another in the broad ways. They shall seem like torches.
They shall run like the lightnings. He shall recount his worthies.
They shall stumble in their walk. They shall make haste to the
wall thereof, and a defence shall be prepared. The gates of the
rivers shall be opened, and the palace shall be dissolved, and
Huzzahb shall be led away captive. She shall be brought up, and
her maids shall lead her as with the voice of doves, tabering
upon their breasts. But Nineveh is of old like a
pool of water, yet they shall flee away. Stand, stand, shall
they cry, but none shall look back. Take ye the spoil of silver,
take the spoil of gold, For there is none end of the store and
glory Out of all the pleasant furniture. She is empty and void
and waste, And the heart melteth, and the knees smite together,
And much pain is in all loyons, And the faces of them altogether
blackness. Where is the dwelling of the
lions, and the feeding-place of the young lions, where the
lion, even the old lion, walked, and the lions whelped, and none
made them afraid? The lion did tear in pieces enough
for his whelps, and strangled for his lionesses, and filled
his holes with prey, and his dens with raven. Behold, I am
against thee, saith the Lord of hosts, and I will burn her
chariots in the smoke, and the sword shall devour thy young
lions, and I will cut off thy prey from the earth, and the
voice of thy messengers shall no more be heard. Nahum chapter 3 Woe to the bloody
city! It is all full of lies and robbery. The prey departeth not. The noise
of a whip, and the noise of the rattling of the wheels, and of
the prancing horses, and of the jumping chariots. The horseman
lifteth up both the bright sword and the glittering spear, and
there is a multitude of slain and a great number of carcasses.
And there is none end of their corpses, they stumble upon their
corpses. Because of the multitude of the
whoredoms of the well-favoured harlot, the mistress of witchcrafts,
that selleth nations through her whoredoms, and families through
her witchcrafts. Behold, I am against thee, saith
the Lord of hosts, and I will discover thy skirts upon thy
face, and I will show the kingdoms thy nakedness, and the kingdoms
thy shame. And I will cast abominable filth
upon thee, and make thee vile, and will set thee up as a gazing
stock. And it shall come to pass that all they that look upon
thee shall flee from thee, and say, Nineveh is laid waste, who
will bemoan her? Whence shall I seek comforters
for thee? Art thou better than Populus
know, That was situate among the rivers, That had the rivers
round about it, Whose rampart was the sea, And her wall was
from the sea? Ethiopia and Egypt were her strength,
And it was infinite. Put and Lubim were thy helpers. Yet was she carried away. She
went into captivity. Her young children also were
dashed in pieces at the top of all the streets, and they cast
lots for her honourable men, and all her great men were bound
in chains. Thou also shalt be drunken. Thou shalt be hid. Thou also
shalt seek strength because of the enemy. All thy strongholds
shall be like fig trees with the first ripe figs. If they
be shaken, they shall even fall into the mouth of the eater.
Behold, thy people in the midst of thee are women. The gates
of thy land shall be set wide open unto thine enemies. The
fire shall devour thy bars. Draw thee waters for the siege.
Fortify thy strongholds. Go into clay and tread the mortar. Make strong the brick kiln. There
shall the fire devour thee. The sword shall cut thee off.
It shall eat thee up like the canker worm. Make thyself many
as the canker worm. Make thyself many as the locusts. Thou hast multiplied thy merchants
above the stars of heaven. The canker-worm spoileth and
flyeth away. Thy crowned are as the locusts,
And thy captains as the great grasshoppers, Which camp in the
hedges in the cold day, But when the sun ariseth they flee away,
And their place is not known where they are. Thy shepherds
slumber, O King of Assyria, Thy nobles shall dwell in the dust,
Thy people is scattered upon the mountains, And no man gathereth
them. There is no healing of thy bruise,
thy wound is grievous, all that hear the brute of thee shall
clap their hands over thee, for upon whom hath not thy wickedness
passed continually.